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Post by smyles on Jan 7, 2013 22:10:19 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #f7f7f7; padding: 8px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 35px; color: 525252; letter-spacing: -5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px;]FOLLOW ME DOWN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: 525252; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: AFD4E3; padding: 1px;]OUT OF THIS TOWN; GIRL, YOU'RE MOVING WAY TOO SLOW[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/IkznG.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 60px; border: 5px solid #525252; margin-top: -6px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=color: padding: 16px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 7D9199; background-color: EDEDED; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-toprightborder: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleftborder: 10px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 130px; width: 300px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;] ✔ tags: Genevieve Klingemann, Myles Rogers
✔ notes: 655 words
✔ time: [Wed] April 25th, 2012, late afternoon
✗ lyrics: Follow Me Down by 3OH!3
✗ credits: rayah! of BTN![/style]
[STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 79A3B5; border-bottom: 1px solid #DEDEDE; text-align: center;]A TYPICAL DAY OUT AT THE MALL, NOTHING UNUSUAL IN SIGHT.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; background-color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; color: 808080; padding: 7px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]Unless one were to consider the sum of people gathering within to hide out from the rain. Their clothes stained a darker colour where the drops of water dripped on them, some stuck with unfortunately frizzy hair, and even one of them complaining about it from what Myles could hear. It was a Wednesday, and yet there seemed to be a few more people than usual; for that, Mylo would blame the rain.
It wasn't that he was antisocial, not at all; in fact, he thrived on having an audience...! No, it was not that he disliked large crowds, it was not that he was claustrophobic, nor was it bothersome to hear everyone talking and complaining about the rain. It was because he was there in line, waiting slightly longer than usual to order his coffee; smoothies aside, coffee's not only his favourite drink, but it is also his 'morning' drink. Without coffee when he wakes up on a late morning that most others would consider 'late-afternoon', he is prone to being a prick...
Time tried his patience though, the seconds and minutes passing by silently, the voices all around closing in on him as he felt himself catching every little noise, every voice, all up until the one that stood out most to him; the voice he needed to hear the most right now of a certain young brunette woman wearing a green apron!
" Sir..? Sir? Are you ready to order? ", that brunette spoke to him, the voice of the one he'd been waiting for what felt like forever; coffee girl, oh that dearest coffee girl behind the counter. She was so beautiful in that moment she spoke to him that he might have kissed her, but no... It was a strictly professional relationship, as brief as their meeting might be as it seemed to be everyday that he came to that Starbucks.
After a long moment or two, a smile formed on Myles' lips just before they moved along with his jaw to form words, " Mocha, the usual. "
Eyes shining brightly as he waited with anticipation for that hot silken drink to be completed, made by the gods and goddesses, also known as Starbucks workers, themselves! It was love at first sight, all he could see was the cup now as it was being handed to him, and he reached for it with gentle hands, uttering nothing but a nervous awkward breath of happiness, and then a long, low whimpering noise that apparently caught some people near him off guard as he received strange glances.
" I've waited for you for such a long time. ", he said in a loving-tone, one hand stroking the side of the cup as his other hand held it. Nothing could get in the way of him in his medium-sized disposable-cup of warm, passionate, mocha happiness.
No, nothing at all could get in the way of him and his happiness... Except maybe a person, which is exactly what happened.
He should have seen it coming, that in this slightly more-crowded-than-usual-Wednesday someone might accidentally bump into him, and cause the loss of a delicious coffee; everything went in slow-motion. He desperately reached for his coffee as he fell forward, but only the very tip of his finger brushed underneath of the cup, flipping it forward. The hot liquid hitting the lid of the cup forced it to pop off suddenly, and spill everywhere on the ground, right where Myles face would land.
As painful as the hot coffee was to his face, he'd make no movements; he'd just lie there in silent agony, anger, and confusion as he tried to make sense of what just happened...[/style] |
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Post by genevieve on Jan 8, 2013 6:46:56 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #081a26; width: 120px; padding: 10px; border-right: 20px solid #659ca2; vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #e7e4dc; text-align: right; line-height: 30px;]awake my soul[/style] | [atrb=style,background-color: #000033 margin-left: -5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 280px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]Genevieve practically loathed shopping. Sure, the lines were inconvenient and time-consuming, but she, miraculously, had enough patience to just stand and wait. It was the building themselves, the massive shopping malls, that Genevieve disliked. There was too much walking and waiting, but it was really the people that got under her skin. On the whole, Genevieve was rather impatient and she absolutely could not tolerate the turtle-like pace that the rest of humanity seemed to adopt while they were shopping. A young couple walked ahead of Genevieve and she resisted the urge to bash their heads together. She'd listened to them sharing sweet nothings while dragging their feet for nearly ten minutes, and the mall was too busy on this Wednesday to successfully maneuver around them.
Letting out a muffled snort, she spotted a Starbucks out of the corner of her eye and the woman actually smiled. Not because she necessarily craved an over-priced beverage at this particular second, but the coffee shop provided her with an escape from the throng of people surrounding her. As the white-haired femme manoeuvred through the crowds toward her destination, Genevieve felt like she was travelling with a herd of cattle. People were not willingly moving out of her way, causing Gen to nearly push the crowd out of her path. Upon entering the Starbucks, she let out a small sigh. People could be so obtuse. .[style=width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; float: right;] [/style]
Though the coffee shop was not empty by any stretch, it was quiet compared to the rest of the mall. Genevieve eyed the line up at the cash, debating whether or not a latte or green tea was worth the wait, or if the line would die down any time soon. Opting for the latter option, Genevieve began her decent to the heart of the cafe, seeking maybe an armchair or table she could sit at while she weathered the metaphorical storm.
Genevieve had not even taken half a dozen steps when she ran into trouble. Literally. While trying to snake through the groups of people standing and mingling, she bumped into a man who wasn't even looking in her direction. Not that this should have mattered, but wasn't it Genevieve's luck that her shoulder had collided with the stranger's with not just enough force, but also an ideal angle to cause his cup of scolding liquid to go flying out of his grasp, but also knock him to the ground.
The spilled liquid was the least of Genevieve's worries as the man lay face first on the floor, his face successfully landing in a pool of his coffee. As people turned to stare at the scene, Genevieve's cheeks flushed aggressively and she was certain that her blush was a deep enough colour to make even the ripest tomatoes jealous. Rushing down toward the man, Genevieve kneeled down by his head, her eyes quickly looking over his body for any signs of injury.
"I am so, so, soo sorry!" Genevieve gushed, her cheeks still aflame as she apologized to the young man, "Are you alright?" |
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Post by smyles on Jan 12, 2013 14:50:22 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #f7f7f7; padding: 8px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 35px; color: 525252; letter-spacing: -5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px;]FOLLOW ME DOWN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: 525252; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: AFD4E3; padding: 1px;]OUT OF THIS TOWN; GIRL, YOU'RE MOVING WAY TOO SLOW[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/IkznG.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 60px; border: 5px solid #525252; margin-top: -6px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=color: padding: 16px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 7D9199; background-color: EDEDED; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-toprightborder: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleftborder: 10px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 130px; width: 300px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;] ✔ tags: Genevieve Klingemann, Myles Rogers
✔ notes: Coffee goes to heaven, you're lucky it does.
✔ time: [Wed] April 25th, 2012, late afternoon
✗ lyrics: Follow Me Down by 3OH!3
✗ credits: rayah! of BTN![/style]
[STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 79A3B5; border-bottom: 1px solid #DEDEDE; text-align: center;]THERE HE LAY ON THE FLOOR; QUIET, UNMOVING,[/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; background-color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; color: 808080; padding: 7px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]because he was hoping that if he were to stay still, then time would move on as would the people and he'd be able to go about his business as if all of that did not happen. No, instead he could hear a muffled apology somewhere in the distance, deep voices emphasizing the slow-motion moment he was going through; as if it were some sort of traumatizing event. It was a fact that it was only coffee, coffee that he had only been staring at so lovingly for a moment until his world came crashing down.
Now he was laying there, face first in his own beverage that he had bought with his own money. Not only was it embarrassing, but now it was nearly almost very truly traumatizing; like one's face falling into the open wound of a dead friend... Yes, that's almost what it felt like... Almost. There wasn't much time for dramatics though, he would stand and live to fight another day. Time seemed to come up to normal speed steadily as he thought up some sort've plan, some way to recover from the incident and help himself cheer up on the inside.
At first he wondered how he might want to get up, lashes fluttering as he finally opened his eyes, but he did so tiredly as if he'd just come out of unconciousness. Carefully, if not adding in some slight shivers and shakes, he'd begin to push up his upper body and slowly turn his head to stare at her as if he were in a daze; and he'd stare with large dilated pupils, only a small ring of a honey-brown colour barely showing.
" W-well, that was fun... Nnh... ", quietly, his voice cracking once to help emphasize the act of nervousness and embarrassment; surely he was slightly embarrassed with the way he just lost his coffee, but once he caught a glimpse of her flushed expression, how could he not pick on her to make up for the loss of a coffee? Not even a sip of it, and it was gone. He had to get something out of this.
After staring at her for a moment or two, he turned his head with wide eyes to stare at the mess of his coffee... Along came shortened breaths which turned into gasps, " You... You killed Martha...! " Turning his head to stare at her with tears in his eyes, teeth pressing into eachother. He kept his voice quiet, of course, though he looked like he was about to go into hysterics. " Y-you're a murderer!! What did you th--think--!? ", gasping once while pretending to have a breathing probably, his voice squeaking and cracking in higher pitches than his voice should ever reach.
" Do you think coffee goes to heaven?! Well you're lucky that it does! ", he said with his tone changing into something of an agonizing anger.
" You'll regret this--!! You m-murderer!! "
Now he'd wait for her reaction to his words; assuming she'd either apologize more and offer him a new coffee, or call him a crazy person straight to his face? No matter what her reaction might be though, he'd probably look away and place a hand over his mouth as if staring at the coffee in distress... Truth? He's holding in laughter, trying to decide if he should continue, or let it go and order himself another coffee.
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Post by genevieve on Jan 13, 2013 15:55:59 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #081a26; width: 120px; padding: 10px; border-right: 20px solid #659ca2; vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #e7e4dc; text-align: right; line-height: 30px;]awake my soul[/style] | [atrb=style,background-color: #000033 margin-left: -5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; width: 280px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]The stranger had been laying face-first on the floor for long enough for Genevieve to become concerned. Albeit this "long" time could not have been a second over a minute, Genevieve had already began performing a secondary assessment and checking his vitals the best she could without physically touching the man. The last thing Genevieve wanted was to be charged with assault; she'd already knocked the poor guy off his feet and she had no intention of making her situation any worse than it already was.
When the man's eye's fluttered open, Genevieve let out a sigh of relief and her attention turned to his face. His pupils were the same size and were dilating appropriately, so there where no signs of neural damage or head trauma that could have occurred when his head smashed against the wooden floor. Genevieve inwardly cringed as her mind replayed the incident.... Maybe smash wasn't quite the right word... bounced seemed more appropriate.
"I'm so sorry!" She apologized again, her cheeks still sporting a shade that would leave even the ripest of tomatoes jealous.
The brunette stared up at Genevieve for a moment or two, and she suddenly wondered if he had even heard her words. He had spoken clearly a few seconds previously, brining Genevieve back to the possibility that he could have hit his head harder than she initially thought..[style=width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; float: right;][/style]
Shit. Genevieve swore to herself as the colour drained from her face. This could be bad. Veeeery bad.
Suddenly ripping Genevieve from her thoughts, she simply gawked at the young man as he began his rampage. Martha? Coffee Heaven? Murderer? Maybe he had a few screws loose before he hit his head. Genevieve had never been accused of murder before, and never has she seen an individual as personally attached to a cup of coffee. Ruling out autism, Genevieve tried to come up with another possibility for the man's odd behaviour.
"I can get you another one, if you'd like." Genevieve offered in a soft voice - the kind a kindergarden teacher would use on a difficult student - as she desperately tried to recall disorders that she learned about in the single psychology class she had taken. |
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Post by smyles on Jan 16, 2013 2:59:23 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; background-color: #f7f7f7; padding: 8px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 35px; color: 525252; letter-spacing: -5px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px;]FOLLOW ME DOWN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: 525252; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: AFD4E3; padding: 1px;]OUT OF THIS TOWN; GIRL, YOU'RE MOVING WAY TOO SLOW[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/IkznG.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 60px; border: 5px solid #525252; margin-top: -6px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=color: padding: 16px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 7D9199; background-color: EDEDED; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomrightborder: 10px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleftborder: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-toprightborder: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleftborder: 10px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 130px; width: 300px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;] ✔ tags: Genevieve Klingemann, Myles Rogers
✔ notes: I'm sorry this post is so small. T_T I'll do better!
✔ time: [Wed] April 25th, 2012, late afternoon
✗ lyrics: Follow Me Down by 3OH!3
✗ credits: rayah! of BTN![/style]
[STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: 79A3B5; border-bottom: 1px solid #DEDEDE; text-align: center;]HE WATCHED HER EXPRESSION CAREFULLY AS THE COLOUR HAD[/style] [STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; background-color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; color: 808080; padding: 7px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #D6D6D6;]drained from her face, and looking at him with concern as he went on about Martha, a name he made up on the spot for a fallen cup of coffee.
As his mini-rant had ended, his head was turned away while a hand cupped over his mouth to keep himself from bursting out in laughter just after his act. The young woman's offer was expected of course, though the kindness of her voice caught him off-guard a bit; it was an undeserved kindness that he wasn't going to take advantage of. He knew better than to take advantage of the offer if it was going to be said with such a kind voice, and thus he decided then and there was was going to decline this offer.
Turning his head to her once more after swallowing down his giggles, he just smiled to her, " No. That's an unecessary kindness, and I won't take it; it's fine, I was just practicing some improv- My apologies though, I didn't mean any harm. "
Adjusting himself where he sat so he could begin moving to stand on his feet. " So, if you'll kindly take my apology for my acting just now, ", speaking calmly now as he took a knee infront of her, " Would you mind letting me buy you a tea or coffee? Snack even? "
After offering verbally, he held his hand out to her, dark honey eyes examining her expression carefully, while pale lips pursed due to the concentration he was putting in to take in everything she did and said... There was never any for-sure reaction, especially from strangers, but he couldn't help but wonder how his sudden calmness might upset her.
All of these thoughts about her next actions went buzzing through his head while he prepared for the worst, but hoped for the best.
She wasn't a cup of coffee, but her reddened face was so much more than enough payment for the loss of his; regardless of the fact it burned his face only slightly to make his cheek red, but he was too consumed in watching her to realize there was a burn at all. It wasn't that it didn't hurt, he just didn't care about it at the moment; it wasn't on his list of priorities right now.
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